VIEW

I'm no recluse, but sometimes I understand Emily Dickinson's feeling that the view from her window was enough, even on a rainy morning.

This is the view from what is laughingly termed my 'study'. We are so lucky to overlook the churchyard and have a distant view of mature trees on Bluebell Hill. I don't like the present nakedness of the trellis - we had to replace it at the end of last year and it will take some time for the roses to cover it once more.